M y A d d i c t i o n

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Additions can grip all of us...

Submitted: January 08, 2008

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My Addiction
 
I can taste it, I can sense it, I can almost feel it,
I can defiantly smell it and most certainly I need it.
 
It pulls me and then kicks me out,
Whips me up then lets me down,
 
Piece by piece, bit by bit, drop by drop,
It grabs by the trout, hushes me with its whispers,
 
Nostrils flare and heartbeats race,
Shadows disappear as voices become useless
 
I can taste it, I can sense it, I can almost feel it,
I can defiantly smell it and most certainly I need it.
 
It pulls me and then kicks me out,
Whips me up then lets me down,
 
Its here and I know it, I’m in grips and I depend on it.


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